Bellybutton Lint

Have you ever taken something for granted? What I think I'm trying to say is, have you ever been around something so much, that you forget that it's there, and that it is very much a part of who you are?

I feel that way about my bellybutton.

You see, when I surf the web, and am not typing, I sit leaning back in my chair with my knees propped up on the desk. Usually, this position causes my shirt to ride up ever so slightly exposing my stomach. The other day, I was looking for something and became intrigued by my bellybutton. I mean, really, what is it other than a scar that we have learned to accept because everyone has one? Look at it...it's just a gaping hole which happens to be in the same place on every person. And it's not like the hole goes anywhere! The skin just gets bunched up at the bottom, leaving us with a disfiguration for the entirety of our lives.

Not that we complain! Oh we show it off in the summertime and at concerts! We decorate it and adorn it with shiny metal and plastic. But is it really that important NOW? I mean, I know it was important before we were born, otherwise I'm sure we wouldn't be here today, but is it really necessary now that we are grown and living? I mean, I wonder if it is possible to get the thing filled in and fixed, like they do other noticeable scars. But then we would be considered odd, wouldn't we?

And where does the lint come from? When I clean out the lint trap after doing laundry, there is barely anything in it, yet when I wear a shirt be it cotton, spandex, wool, or any other synthetic fibre, lint ends up festering away in my bellybutton, combining with sweat for a horrible, disgusting sight. How does the lint know where to go? I mean, it ends up between our toes when we wear socks, even though the socks never actually rest between the toes. Maybe these crevaces have some weird magnetic power that draws lint and fibre toward it so it can feed, and remain a consistent and perpetual part of our lives.

And how is it that some people have innies, and some have outies? I don't understand how that works!

Now don't get the idea that I hate my bellybutton; it's quite nice, and would be nicer if I had nice set of abs to go along with it. It just got me thinking, that's all.

Weird things, these bellybuttons...HA! Bellybutton! What a funny word!

P.S. I just finished watching a movies where the actors spoke with English accents (nevermind the fact that they were in France...oh the wonders of cinema!) therefore I wrote this entire blog thinking in an English accent. If some of my sentences don't make sense, read them while thinking English...it might clarify things a bit!